A robin skimmed into the room, And blithe he looked and jolly, A foe to every sort of gloom, And, most, to melancholy. He cocked his head, he made no sound, But gave me stare for stare back,...
Sweetheart, where all the dancing joys compete Take now your choice; the world is at your feet, All turned into a gay and shining pleasance, And every face has smiles to greet your presence. Treading on air,...
The bloom upon the grape I ask no more, Nor pampered fragrance of the soft-lipped rose, I only ask of Him who keeps the Door - To open it for one who fearless goes Into the dark, from which, reluctant, came...
"Come, Peggy, put your toys away; you needn't shake your head, Your bear's been working overtime; he's panting for his bed. He's turned a thousand somersaults, and now his head must ache;...
I dwell, with all things great and fair: The green earth and the lustral air, The sacred spaces of the sea, Day in, day out, companion me. Pure-faced, pure-thoughted, folk are mine...
When good-nights have been prattled, and prayers have been said, And the last little sunbeam is tucked up in bed, Then, skirting the trees on a carpet of snow, The elves and the fairies come out in a row....
The D'cadent was speaking to his soul - Poor useless thing, he said, Why did God burden me with such as thou? The body were enough, The body gives me all.
The dead arose. Long had they dreamed, Deep in the grass of the still grave, Of meeting their beloved once more. They knocked at each familiar door. They waited eagerly to see...
Dear Desk, Farewell! I spoke you oft In phrases neither sweet nor soft, But at the end I come to see That thou a friend hast been to me, No flatterer but very friend....
O MIGHTY Queen, our Lady of the fire, The light, the music, and the honey, all Blent in one Power, one passionate Desire Man calleth Love - 'Sweet love,' the blessed call - :...
Hush! We're not a pack of boys Always bound to make a noise. True, there's one amongst us, but He is young; And, wherever we may take him, We can generally shut Such a youngster up and make him...
My door is always left ajar, Lest you should suddenly slip through, A little breathless frightened star; Each footfall sets my heart abeat, I always think it may be you, Stolen in from the street. ...
This is the tale the old men tell, the tale that was told to me, Of the blue-green dragon, The dreadful dragon, The dragon who flew so free, The last of his horrible scaly race...